✏️ theme : smut; (tom kaulitz 2010/11 × reader ) ✏️ includes : hybrid wolf tom × hybrid bunny reader, heavy reference on animal mating, masturbation, pillow humping, knotting during sex.
a/n: hellooo oh my god it's WAYY past october and goodness I am so fucking sorry everyone, but I've had big exams and it's like, currently the biggest one of my life. I haven't been motivated either and I just rather watch tom edits than write SOO 😬 but anyway this was a sexy request i got if you scroll...but it's done and JESUSS idek what im writing!! slightly taboo fiction, scroll if uncomfortable!
Heat was inevitable. And when it did hit, it was the most dreadful experience—however, that didn't prevent it from being the most satisfying thing, especially when the right person was there to help finally ease the ache.
Tom knew his season was coming. The all too familiar signs were emerging slowly but surely, and he knew he had a secured girl to deal with it, but the only problem was simply the wait. He was a wolf hybrid—soft brown ears atop his head and a long fluffy tail of brownish hues. He almost went insane during his heat sometimes, but he overcame it, usually.
Especially now when he had you, a cute bunny girl with snow white ears and an adorable furball for a tail. It most excited him when your heat hit—it only made you extremely desirable, knowing you were fertile and undoubtedly in need of his service. It was almost too good to see you rolling around distressed when you needed nothing more than his cock to sate that irritating hunger that gnawed at your very being during that time.
It was exquisite.
And so when he woke up one morning hyper-aware with his senses tickling at every familiar smell and movement that made him feel overstimulated—he knew it was here. There was an ache in his groin, a quickness in his breath. It hadn’t gone full on, but the effects were there. You had gotten out of bed previously, and that left the spot next to him empty.
With a whine, he dragged himself out of bed and washed up before stepping downstairs to look for you.
Happy and unaware, you had prepped breakfast for yourself. “Morning, Tommy,” you greeted, and he grunted as a response.
He grabbed himself some water before going to join you on the couch, where you happily ate your usual meal that had you starting your day.
“Why’re you so sad?” you asked, taking in the look of his slightly flushed face and rather reserved demeanour. But you were too silly, had a weak nose that hardly detected the heat of another being—not in the way his nose did, where he could've smelt your heat from a mile away.
“Nothing,” Tom murmured. “Just tired.”
“Well don't be sad,” you attempted, reaching over to scratch him around his ears, feeling for the fluff there. “You know, you can always take another nap.”
And God did he feel it, reacted to it instantly that he almost felt his eyes roll into the back of his head. He tilted his head, providing you better access to his ears as you scratched behind them. A low, rumbling growl escaped his throat, a sound of pure pleasure and contentment while his tail thumped eagerly against the couch. A clear sign of his growing excitement and arousal.
To you, well, you knew he had soft spots that he loved to be touched in generally. So, realistically you didn't think to stop—only until he pulled away, a desperate whimper that he had tried to conceal escaping his throat.
“Is something wrong?” you pouted. “Maybe you do need that nap.”
“Maybe,” he managed, clearing his throat.
Feeling slightly awkward, you finish up anyway and proceed to the kitchen counter. His eyes, ever so alert at this moment, watched you sharply; your every move, every twitch. And when you leaned over the counter to wipe the marble top, his ears twitched and perked up with interest, his eyes fixated to the way your tail moved ever so slightly as you cleaned.
His tail wagged, his pants tented. It was hitting him hard, the way he could feel himself trying to detect whether your season was close on instinct, desperate to get you in bed with him. His hand subconsciously moved down to the growing buldge giving himself a rub like some perverted idiot. His eyes rolled in, his breath caught in his throat. He was watching, unbeknownst to you. But as any obedient dog would—he had to wait.
Discreetly he got up and left, and rushed to the bedroom to simulate his so-called nap that you had suggested. He closed the door, and crawled onto the comfort of the bed, instead reaching down to palm himself through his sweatpants. He felt himself sweating, his body turning warm as he desperately wanted to relieve himself, even just for a little while. He reached into his pants, finding himself already slick with the precum that beaded at the tip.
With a clenched jaw, he stroked himself eagerly, staring slow but gradually picking up the pace. He pictured you bent over that perfect little countertop, the way your tiny bunny tail twitched as you moved, the way your ears were a perfect little handful to grab when he took you from behind.
His face was flushed, and soon enough he ached for the real thing even more, needing to simulate the act. Desperately, he got up and he grabbed his pillow to place before him, fishing out his sore cock to rub against the fabric. He rubbed gently, picturing the lump of stuffing to be you—your perfect little body for him to hold and rut into. He then began to dry-hump it, his tail wagging excitedly with his arousal as he thrust himself against the pillow pathetically, his ears lowering with the force of his pleasure.
He whined, mouth slightly agape as he relished in the small act humping his pillow, enough to suffice his needs of the real thing, at least, until you wanted it. He pictured knotting you, tying you to him as you begged, the way he'd keep you full and satiated for the next few months, possibly enough to provide him a litter with your fertile body.
And then he came.
Tom spent hours doing it, jerking off to the thought of mating, finally getting his fix of the season. And shit, you didn't even know. It was painful, very painful. He was in distress, whining and groaning as his body craved your presence. He knew that if he neared you, he'd jump on you. And he didn't want that.
So when late evening hit and he had showered to wash some of his distress away, his nose inevitably caught a whiff of a smell that could never go unnoticed. And with how he felt right now, he knew he wasn't wrong.
Clueless, you crawled into bed that night next to him, unaware of the whole masturbation session that had happened previously. His pupils practically dilated at the smell, leaning in to kiss you on the neck in an attempt to get another reassuring sniff. And still, obediently, he knew he would wait. Of course, you were simply dumbfounded.
It wasn't a surprise to you when you realised the next morning you felt yourself get weak in the legs and warm to the skin. You woke up flushed, ears flopping at the familiar feeling—the feeling of your heat. Although it hadn't hit you fully, you knew what was to come throughout the day was inevitable. Tom was simply waiting for when it hit the strongest.
He noticed your jerky movements. The way you twitched and perked up at the sound of his voice, the testosterone of his male being. By day two, Tom was already furious with his body. But he relished in the sight with you, his cock erected and his mind buzzing.
The day was dreadful. But somewhere in the late afternoon, you restlessly went to lay in bed, hips slightly lifted, your panties soaked with arousal. A part of you dreaded this deeply. But Tom, oh, he could smell it. It made him crazy, the smell of a female in heat. And as you rolled around in distress, he finally came into the room, his senses alert at the sight that almost made his mouth water.
There were no exact words—just the act playing out. He crawled over your fertile body, caging you beneath him. You whine in distress as you lay there on your stomach, aware of his body above yours. His face hid into the crook of your neck, giving you a nice smell, one that made him groan against your skin with delight.
“Tom,” you practically moaned, your hips pushing up against his own hips on instinct, imitating the act of mating.
“I know,” he murmured, eagerly shoving your nightie up and out of the way, fingers hooking onto your panties to pull them down, the mere look of your clear arousal sending him over the edge. He was leaking in his pants, he knew, and fuck, he knew he couldn't go further without what he needed.
Tom’s hands worked at his pants as he stared at the welcome cavern between your legs, pinkish and swollen as it ached for something to fill it. It was a familiar sight of a female in need, in clear sign of her heat. His tail wagged excitedly, instantly thinking with his dick as he mounted over you, grasping for your hips and you waited on your fours.
Shoving his cock deep, he began to thrust, a choked moan escaping his lips. You were stuck, your cunt clamping around his dick with need. He leaned down, panting heavily as his eyes fluttered close, his hips pistoning erratically into the warmth of your pussy, something he had been craving more than anything.
“Nghm—Tom!” you squealed, hands grasping for the bedsheets beneath. Tom only sought to reach that one spot, something that completely fixed everything. He could feel his cock swelling, hissing at the sting of how quick he was going. But he was close and he knew it.
It wasn't hard for you to come—in this state, nothing felt better than his cock stretching you out and fixing that irritating ache. You didn't even realise when you climaxed, how you practically squirted, too focused on the pleasure and the way your body stiffened and jerked. You had thought you pissed yourself, feeling liquid spill down your inner thighs.
His nails dug into the skin of your hips, a low moan escaping his as he neared his orgasm, feeling every need to fill you with his warmth. And you knew with a certainty that you could feel it, the way his cock swelled before it would ultimately lock him to you.
“Mm—shit, I'm gonna come,” he whined quietly, his expression pinched as he focused on his upcoming orgasm.
And then it did. It stung, made you want to pull away, but he held you firmly in place as he came, his cock knotting you perfectly as he filled you with his cum. He let out a soft gasp, his body going slightly limp against your own, but nonetheless, he knew he was secured, and now, for the next few hours, he had the upper hand.
Slowly, he lets you rest. You lay down with him, his cock nestled nicely inside you. He panted gently against your skin, his tail thumping against the bed as his body overcame his climax.
“Fuck, Tom,” you whimpered, feeling slightly uncomfortable. But it wasn't unfamiliar for sure, the way every movement triggered the feel of him locked to you. And for hours you were like that, in bed with his cock plunged deep into you as you drifted off, simply waiting for when he truly was done.
Tom Kaulitz x reader
2,700+ words
Warnings: unprotected p in v, bf!tom, no use of y/n…uhh that's it I think lol
You moved into your closet, blowing the hair from your vision as you carded through the clothing hanging on the rod. You wanted to scream, all of the clothes you owned were simply too causal, too basic for what the evening would entail.
You were so withdrawn that you hadn't felt strong arms snake around your waist, a chin heavy on your shoulder. You sighed, arms still raised as you moved the clothes on the rack one by one.
"What's does one wear to this thing?" You asked, shivering when Tom's hair tickled your ear.
"What you have on is perfect to me" He hummed as he kissed at your neck, his touch tingling the bare skin of your torso.
You had been fresh out of the shower with wet hair and standing in just your bra and panties.
"Funny" You deadpanned, ignoring his comment as you flipped to another option.
"Why don't you wear this green one?" Tom suggested, moving his arm around you to touch the fabric that was peeking through.
You moved slightly, sliding the hangers until the green dress was fully visible to you. You examined it with a finger pressed to your lip, before putting it back, "Absolutely not"
"Why?" His breath fanned over your neck as he chuckled lightly, "You look so good in it"
"I can't wear a sundress to an award show Tom" You deadpanned, thumbing through a couple more options before throwing your hands in the air, exasperated, "Shit—this is hopeless"
His hands dropped to your waist, sending chills down your spine as he turned your body around to look at him. He took advantage of the new position, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.
When you didn't kiss him back he pulled away, studying your features the way he always seemed to do, "I told you, I can call over Sara— she told me that they have plenty of options for you—"
"No" You interrupted, a little too quick. You hoped he wouldn't notice, busying yourself with straightening the collar of his shirt as you thought of something to say, "That's not necessary"
"Okay" He hummed, fingers moving softly up your body until he was touching your stiff arms, moving them to hang around his neck and bring you closer to him, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," You forced a smile, leaning in to kiss him just as he pulled away, denying you of his lips. He tilted his head waiting for an actual answer, "I just think that you and Bill should go tonight—have some brother bonding"
"I bond with him Bill everyday" He said simply, frowning at you, "I want you to go"
"I know" You whispered, looping your fingers through the belt loops of his pants, tugging him along as you backed up. The cold surface of the closet door pressed into your back and you were leaning into kiss him again.
This time he let you, his hands flat on either side of your head, caging you in as his lips moved over yours. You were glad to change the subject, distract him from the turmoil in your mind.
You let your nails drag along the skin on his neck and down his back, smiling when you felt him shiver under your touch. When you made it to the bottom of his back you gathered the material of his shirt and pulled at it.
He leaned back, lifting the shirt the rest of the way and pulling it over his head before it was discarded to the floor. He was back on your mouth in a flash, hand tilting your face so he could deepen the kiss.
Suddenly his hands were on the back of your thighs, lifting you up in an easy, swift motion. You hooked your legs around his waist, hands sliding across the expanse of his chest.
He was moving out of the closet as you kissed down his jaw, sucking at the sweet spot of his neck. A moan bubbled at the back of his throat and he made a beeline for your desk.
In a rush of need he carelessly pushed the mess of books and papers that adorned the surface to the floor before dropping you down. You’d been studying for a big final coming up the next week before you showered.
“Hey,” You laughed against his mouth as he moved to stand between your legs, finally feeling some of your stress melt away as a hand dipped to your core, fingers brushing against the lacy fabric, "Those textbooks are expensive"
He hummed into your mouth, calloused hands moving over your freshly exfoliated skin. They had cost you an arm and leg at the start of the semester but you were joking, not bothered by it. Especially, when Tom’s calloused fingers were moving the way they were. You dropped your head back as he pushed your panties to the side, his lips kissing at your neck as he spoke breathlessly, "I'll buy you new ones"
It was simple, no harm or bite to the words but still you froze, looking over his shoulder at your small room. Messy and unorganized, unimpressive decor and mismatched bed sheets. You thought of his home in the hills, big and clean with a stocked kitchen and more money put into his guitars than you had seen in your whole life.
You sighed, moving your head suddenly to get him off of your neck. Gently pushing at his lower stomach until he was no longer standing between your legs.
He let you, blinking as he watched you slide off of the desk and crouch at the floor, starting to pick up the mess of your things.
He immediately dropped down beside you, gathering up the loose papers before you could. And once you had the stack of textbooks in a pile he took those too, easily lifting them and putting them on the desk.
"I'm sorry," He said, as he straightened them and kneeled back down beside you, "I was just in the moment, I shouldn't have done that"
"Just forget it" You said sharply, standing up and moving around him, "It's fine"
He nodded, rubbing his hands together as he watched you move around the room, picking random clothes from the floor and throwing the into the hamper.
"Well it's clearly not fine” He said after a moment of complete silence.
"Yeah, well—" You stopped in your tracks, holding yesterday's jeans in your hand. You dropped them in the hamper before moving back to the desk and pointing to one of the textbooks, "This textbook was $800"
He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you. You moved to the next book, smacking at the spine, "And this one? this one was $1,200"
He didn't say anything, taking his lip ring between his teeth as he watched you.
"And that's just this semester, I'll have to get a new ones in a couple of weeks" You moved to the middle of the room, grabbing a pillow from the carpet and throwing it into the bed, "I had to take a loan out to afford those books”
He said your name but you didn’t stop, turning to look at him again, "And this shitty little apartment, $1,500 a month"
"It's not shitty," He corrected, "Why are you saying all of this?"
"Because," You groaned, throwing your hands up as you spun back around to look at him, "I live paycheck to paycheck, just praying that I can get myself through fucking school"
"I understand that and I've offered to help you—"
He argued, broad shoulders tense as he stood across the room.
"—And that's the problem" You interrupted, pointing at him, "I don't want you to pay for my things. I don’t need you getting me a fancy dress for an award show that I shouldn’t even be going to or buying college textbooks”
"I'm sorry but I don't see how that's a problem—you're my girlfriend, and I want you to be comfortable"
"The textbooks, the dress—it's too much Tom"
"It's not," He sighed, dropping his arms and taking steps toward you, "You're not too much"
Your stomach twisted at his words. It was something you had admitted to him a couple of weeks into dating. You had always felt like you were too much. It was something your father had told you after your mother left. You were too much like her; too loud, too emotional.
And now you felt it tenfold with Tom. His expensive and public lifestyle. The first time you had been caught by paparazzi the fans of Tokio Hotel tore you apart. Too ugly for Tom, too pale, too fat, too poor.
You were too normal for Tom.
"I'm not worth it" You said simply, rubbing your face. The stress was causing a headache and you wanted to scream, "There's plenty of people in your world, models and singers; that's who you should be with—not someone who has to use credit cards to eat dinner”
Tom was closing the distance between the two of you in seconds, big steps until he was pulled you into his chest.
You stiffened in his hold, willing yourself to not cry, but then he was rubbing your back and burying his face into your neck, "I only want you, I don't care about anything else"
At his soft words you were melting, arms wrapping around him and hiding your face against his chest, "You should care, everyone else does"
He pulled back, hands on your shoulders. His gaze softened as he watched you wipe at stray tears. He was piecing it together in his mind, the reason why this all started, the tip of the ice berg.
"You're worried about tonight—about what people will say?"
You shrugged, shifting your weight on your bare feet. You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You could hear it now, the criticizing and backhanded comments. Wondering who the random girl that was on Tom Kaulitz arm.
"I want to go. I want to support you, but I don't want to ruin anything for you" You finally said, looking up at him with wet eyes.
He picked you up, bear hugging your frame. In a second you were flat on your back against the mattress, Tom hovering over you with a goofy smile.
"What are you smiling about?" You whined, catching his necklace as it hung above you and turning it in your fingers.
"I thought you might be second guessing going because you weren't sure about this, making it official official”
You rolled your eyes, a smile creeping onto your lips, "I would uproot my whole life if you told me to"
"Good," He leaned down, pecking your exposed skin along your collarbone, moving up your neck, jaw and cheeks, "Because that's exactly what I'm asking"
You giggled under him, fingers going over his sides, "Just don't try to pay for my things and we'll be golden"
"Fine," He kissed your lips once, then twice, "I'll agree to that for now"
Your hands found his biceps, squeezing them as he lowered himself, coming to rest between your open legs. His lips moved in sync with your own, a familiarity that never got old.
His hand palmed over your bra, pulling the fabric down so he could take your nipple in his mouth, sucking and tonguing over it while you squirmed under him.
He kissed down your stomach, tugging your panties down over your thighs and finally freeing you from them. They were tossed to the side as he positioned himself between your thighs, watching you move in anticipation.
"We don't have a lot of time" He whispered, his mouth dangerously close to your core, his breath fanning over the sensitive skin, driving you crazy, "But I want to make you feel good"
You nodded, hands searching for something to grip onto as his fingers moved along your folds, applying just enough pressure.
You were already slick with excitement, you had been ever since the closet and he knew it. He made a sound, kissing at your inner thighs.
"I love getting you all worked up" He hummed, moving closer before diving into your cunt. His tongue separated your lips, collecting your cum like it was licking an ice cream cone.
The sensation alone had you shaking, wanting to squeeze your thighs around his head, but he knew you too well and held them open.
He didn't tease you anymore than that, burying his face inside of you and going to town. His mouth was slurping and sucking all of your juices, his warm tongue sending you over the edge as you moaned his name.
"That's my girl" He spoke into you, knowing exactly what to do with his mouth to get you to that place of pure bliss.
"More" You whined, bucking your body against his face.
He didn't miss a beat, sliding his finger over your throbbing clit, letting it drop inside of you before adding another finger. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking incessantly as he plunged his fingers inside of you, curling them just enough to get you screaming.
"I need you" You breathed, chest heaving as you clutched at the sheets under you.
He continued to suck, freeing up his hands so he could slid off the sweatpants he wore. His dick sprung out, the tip already glistening with pre cum. He wasted no time, lining it up with your cunt and thrusting into you.
He moved slow and deliberate at first, letting you prepare, but you were gripping at his hips, pulling him, begging him.
He dropped down into your chest, picking up his pace until you were in a rhythm, the creaky old bed frame smacking into the wall. He lifted your leg slightly, learning that was a position that sent you nearly every time.
The sound of his skin clapping against yours increased as he bit down on your shoulder, holding himself together.
And then you were clawing at his back, screaming as your body came undone. He rode out the high with you, moaning into your ear until you were both breathing heavy against each other.
He stayed inside of you, his cock twitching until he was fully spent. It was the first time he had came inside of you and the feeling alone had you getting all worked up again, feeling his seed drip out of you.
He caught your lips, in a sloppy slow kiss as he pulled out, moving carefully, knowing you would be overly sensitive after the activity.
He rolled onto the mattress beside you and you curled into him immediately, laughing to yourself when you realized what he had done.
"I really tried to hold it in" He kissed at your forehead.
"I know we just had a whole thing about you not buying me anything" You whispered, nudging his face with your nose until he was kissing you again, "But I’ll make an exception to my rule and let you buy me a plan B"
"Deal" He mumbled against your lips, pulling you on top of him. You sighed into his mouth. Everything about Tom after sex was sensual and gentle. Your hair fell around like a curtain and you rolled your hips against his dick, begging for a round 2.
"I really want you to go tonight" He whispered, stilling your body on his and looking up at you, "I want to show you off"
You watched him, his braids spread out on the pillow, his cheeks rosy and a sheen of sweat making him glow.
"I'll go" You smiled, dropping down and kissing his cheek, "But I still don't know what to wear"
He nodded, playfully tossing you off of him as he scurried his naked body into the closet. You sat up in bed, shaking your head and waiting for him to return, "There's nothing in there"
“You should wear this!” He beamed, holding out a hanger that held a satin black dress. It was short, with a slit in the thigh and thin shoulder straps.
It was the dress you wore on your second date with Tom. The first time you’d been to a fancy restaurant in LA. The first time you felt desired and cherished. Something you had saved up weeks of tips from waitressing for. And now kept at the back of your closet for safe keeping.
“I don’t know, what do you think?” You stood from the bed, moving to where he stood and touching the fabric of the dress, "Is it fancy enough?"
"Mhm," He dropped it onto the bed, scooping you up in his arms again, "I think it's perfect. It’s the dress that you wore when I realized might I love you"
"That was so cheesy" You teased, unable to hide the blush and smile that was spreading on your face.
And then you were kissing him again as he fell back onto your messy bed, taking you with him.
"In that case we should start getting ready"
"We can be a little late" He said confidently, reaching behind you and unclasping your bra.
* 295 words / sweet, sweet domesticity and mentions of oral / bill kaulitz x roman reigns
There's a saying that goes that you can't turn a hoe into a housewife, but Roman, proudly of course, begs to differ.
He's got Bill trained, perfectly domesticated, soft spoken and tamed. There are no more late nights unless they are spent between the sheets with Roman's hand like a wedding band around his throat, fingers sifting sweet through blond strands like a kiss before they pull at the back of his head and his eyes roll as Roman fills him up breathless and raw.
Bill is a good girl now, proper and prim, no longer a stray but a prized pet, a kept thing, his precious wonder and it's a glamorous thing belonging to Roman.
Roman takes care of him, forever dressing him high designer, weeks long trips to private islands, always kneeling down to lace up the heels he buys for him, zipping up the back of his outfit with a quiet affection, warm press of his mouth to the base of Bill's neck like he's paying his respects, goosebumps chasing up luscious through Bill's body.
It's easy for Bill being Roman's, waking his god with those pretty lips wet around Roman's dick, heart beating like butterflies, like that aching, soft and pink "good morning, daddy" whispered like a secret when Bill looks up at him looking down at him like the wolf about to devour his lamb.
There is no longer a wandering eye in Bill, no longer a devilish curiosity or wild streak left to ruin. He is claimed inside and out, curated head to toe masterfully by Roman's loving hand. It's right and Bill couldn't be happier, dancing on the tips of his toes in their kitchen every morning with an adoring sigh, a housewife's hymn draped white in hickeys and Dior.
contents: 18+, female masturbation, unprotected sex
Your thighs straddled the pillow, your hips moving in the same desperate way they had been for the past half hour. You missed your boyfriend, he hadn’t been home in over five months. You missed the way he warmed the empty space in your bed, how he would squeeze into your small shower behind you to wash your hair, but most of all you missed his cock.
You had toys you bought with Tom before he had left, but none compared to him. So now here you sat in Tom’s oversized shirt, your panties soaked while your hips moved against your pillows.
Your eyes were shut, your brows furrowed in concentration, your hands pressed down on the pillow, almost identical to how you looked when you rode tom.
Your nails dug into the fabric of the pillowcase, grasping for stability as you moved. Your mind was clouded over with lust, you were unaware of the world around you, you didn’t even hear the front door open. Your movements kept on, your soft moaning filling the quiet bedroom, the noise only escaping for a moment when Tom opened the door.
You looked ethereal to him, his shirt collected around your hips, the collar hanging off your shoulder, your head fallen back, your eyes shut in pure bliss as moans fell past your lips. Tom didn’t say anything, he didn’t want to pull you from your moment.
He quietly set down his bag, bending down to unlace his shoes, before standing to pull off his shirt and belt, his baggy jeans dropping to the floor. All the while you were none the wiser too lost in your own bliss to notice.
Your eyes opened when you felt the bed dip from behind you, before you could turn around his lips were on your neck.
“ Forgot I came home today? ”
Your brain was too fogged with arousal to even respond. Tom’s hands were already wandering under the shirt as the other pushed down into your panties. He groped at your bare breast, squeezing the soft flesh, while his other hand came down to rub your clit.
“ You’re fucking drenched, did you cum yet? ”
You could only shake your head in response to Tom’s question. Your body was lax against his, letting him take complete control. His right hand abandoned your breast, his left leaving its place in your panties, both coming up to grip the fabric and push it down, letting it bunch around your thighs. His hands left your panties to push down his boxers, letting them do the same around his thighs.
Tom gently pushed you down onto the bed, pulling you up by your hips so your ass was in the air. He wasted no time before he was pushing inside you. His head fell back, his eyes rolling back in pure bliss. He had missed this, just as much as you did, missed being inside you, smelling your perfume, missed feeling your soft skin against his.
Tom’s hips drilled into yours, pushing hard against your ass, his knuckles turned white, digging into the soft skin, his nails leaving behind crescent shaped indentations.
Your face was pushed into the pillows below you, drool and tears mingling together on the fabric. You swore you’ve never felt this much pleasure in your life. Your hands fought for stability, gripping at the sheets, at the comforter, anything you could reach. Tom smiled at your desperation, knowing he was pushing you into your first orgasm already.
That’s when you felt Tom suddenly stop moving, his hands no longer pulling you back against him.
“ Work for it. ”
His tone was stern as he stayed still. It only took another minute before you were doing all the work. Tom smiled devilishly watching as you pressed against him.
“ Tommy I can’t, s’too hard. ”
Tom couldn’t help but laugh, you had only been going for two minutes.
“ You need a break, my girl’s gettin’ tired? ”
You nodded in response, your hips rolling back against Tom’s to further show your need. He groaned in response to your movement, his hand coming up to grasp your hips once more.
You were seeing stars as the head of his cock slammed into your cervix again and again. You had missed one another so much you didn’t even think of needing a condom. His precum dripped down your inner thighs, seeping into the bedsheets where your knees shook, barely keeping you up. Tom watched your legs shake, your eyes roll back, your hands fist the blankets, and your lips open in a silent cry.
He felt your release as you squeezed his shaft impossibly tight, Tom’s head fell back, a loud groan leaving his lips as he came. Tom’s body came to slouch forward as he caught his breath before he gently pulled out. A soft moan left your lips when Tom pulled out, his cum sliding down your thighs and onto the sheets.
You knew this was only the first round of the night, Tom was always insatiable after he came back from being on tour.
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Hiii could you do like both tom and bill with a bimbo reader and they overstimulate her oh and they also have a size kink towards her :3
Far from done. ♡
kaulitz twins x f!reader
summary: getting slutted the fuck out by the twins
warnings: 3sum, reader getting literally spitroasted, oral, size kink? maybe etc
A/N: jesus christ
“I-I can’t-!!”
You managed to whine out, but not that they could really pay attention to it; going in one ear and out the other.
For context, you were currently fucking the kaulitz twins. (well, they were fucking you, really.) and you had been for what felt like eons. They genuinely couldn’t get enough of it. And truly, neither could you.
Currently laid down in Bill’s lap, playing with your clit and occasionally teasing your tits, whilst Tom laid between your legs, eating you out like it were his last time to and he wanted to savour the moment. Truth be told, no matter how overstimulated you already were, you couldn’t get enough.
With the feeling of Bill's long fingers rubbing rough circles on your clit plus Tom eating you like a starved man, you knew your orgasm was destined to come quickly. Legs shaking, cunt tightening and quivering around Tom’s tongue, eyes rolling back and back arching, you let go– you could barely feel your body due to the intense pleasure. Your hearing was slightly muffled, but you could somehow hear the twins praising you over and over.
Letting you calm down from your orgasm, they begin moving you and themselves around– suddenly, in the snap of fingers it felt like, you were now in doggy, Tom settling behind you whilst Bill sat down in front of you.
You felt Tom grab your hips and without warning push slowly into your warm n wet cunny, but it was resisting the size of his cock, which, for some reason he found cute..
Whilst Tom struggles to fit his fat cock into your insides, you felt Bill tap your cheek, somehow you got the message and opened your mouth, preparing for his length in your mouth. Once he started slowly pushing it in your mouth, it only really reached around half way in, struggling not to tear up at the sore feeling of your jaw being locked, in which Bill also found this weirdly hot.
Once you finally took all of Tom’s fat dick (which wasn’t easy btw!!) they without warning went at it, Tom mercilessly pounding the fuck out of your cunny like it were his last time to, whilst Bill pulled and tugged at your hair meanly so you could properly suck his dick. It all felt like too much, but you definitely weren’t complaining.
“F-fuck, so warm n’ tight- mmmmnh..” Tom moaned from behind you, grabbing your hips and going faster and harder (if that were even possible from how rough he already is), most literally rearranging your insides. Bill’s pretty whimpers and moans filling your ears as you sucked his pretty cock, as well as loud clapping sounds of skin against skin that echoed in the walls of your bedroom.
“Hahh, m’so close– so good for us..” Bill moaned from above you, stilling your head and starting to fuck your mouth, leaving little to no room for you to breath right from how deep his cock was inside your mouth.
You were so, so close– the knot in your stomach tighter than ever. And Tom, as if he read your mind, roped his hand around your body and started rubbing rough circles on your clit. At that stimulation you most literally couldn’t hold back, cumming all over his cock and painting it a pretty white. And from how tight your small little cunt was squeezing his much bigger cock, he came too.
Bill, on the other hand, had finally pulled out of your mouth, jerking his dick up and down fastly at the sight of your face– eyes rolled back, tears coming out of them from how intense the pleasure of your orgasm was, lips plump and a little swollen– the sight of it had him cumming as well, splattering a bit on your face.
The three of you were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath and relax after that… intense round.
❤︎ A/N: This is literally my first ever fic and definitely my first time writing smut...so please bear with me as I get better at this!! feedback/reblogs/likes are all appreciated!! I was super nervyy to post this yet still wanted to give the tom girlies something, even if it's small. Hope you all enjoy!! ❤︎
It was a regular night at the studio, except this time I had tagged along to keep Tom company. Or that’s what I told him at least, in reality, I just wanted to stare at him while he strummed his guitar for the thousandth time. However, it did start to get boring when the time reached 12:30 am. I hadn’t expected Tom to spend forever in the same chair, going over the same songs, staring at the same stupid computer screen. Even Bill, who kept me company for a while, went home. Claiming he had “to get his beauty sleep”. Now I was completely bored out of my mind, and when I tried to talk to Tom, he either muttered a small “mhm” or didn't say anything at all! I had nothing but my mind to keep me company, and let's just say… it started to strand me in a place I probably shouldn't have gone.
The place where I start thinking about his hands, how good they look as they move across the strings, and how good they'd feel if they weren't holding a boring guitar. I sigh to myself, knowing I couldn't get his attention even if I tried. Not when he's working at least.
Yet it's as if god answered my prayers, at the sound of my sigh, Tom finally turns his head and looks at where I lie on the leather sofa. His brown eyes rake over my body before making eye contact with me. An obvious smirk on his face, showing his black lip ring, which he kept playing with, and which I kept staring at.
“Bored yet, maus?” He drawls, when I told Tom I wanted to join him at the studio, he insisted I should stay home, saying I would “get bored” and it was going to be a long session. Although I was stubborn and still came anyway, and in return, it left me right where I am, bored.
I roll my eyes and break eye contact by looking up at the ceiling, as if it’s entertaining me. “No, not at all.” I lie, and I hear Tom dare to chuckle!
As if my suffering is funny, he obviously knows I'm bored..I shouldn't have to say it. Yet when I hear him set his guitar down, placing it gently on its stand, my head turns back to face him, watching as his biceps flex while he crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. He stares at me, still playing with that damn lip ring. The look alone makes me clench my thighs, and even if I try to be discreet about it, I know Tom sees it. Especially with the way his eyebrow raises, I turn my head away from him once more, not wanting to give him my attention anymore.
“Something wrong?” He asks, tilting his head slightly, and while it's meant to sound concerned, I know what he's doing-teasing me. In return, I scoff and ignore him entirely. Although I still have the urge to look back at him. He sighs and pats his lap, causing my eyes to meet his almost instantly, and my attitude to change. “Come here schatz” he says, his voice low as he rests his hands on each of his thighs.
I pick my legs up and off the sofa before making my way over to him, my arms still crossed as I sit down in his lap. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his biceps around my waist, and he turns us back around to face his computer. Just when I think he's going to finally give me attention, he goes back to working. I lean my head against his shoulder with a visible frown, and now with his thigh pressed between me, it doesn’t help my case much at all. However, I came up with an easy way to get exactly what I want.
“What's this?" I ask softly, while pointing at a track on his computer screen, trying to act interested. Looking back at him with that innocent look in my eyes, hoping he buys it. Of course, where he's so passionate about his work, he does, and I watch his eyes perk up at my question. “That’s the clip of Bill singing I took earlier, m’trying to add a delay so..” He goes off rambling, and while I do appreciate him explaining it to me, I take this time to slowly grind against his thigh. Nodding my head as he continues to talk, as if I’m not trying to see how far I can push him instead of actually listening to his rambling.
Eventually, though, he does notice, and his eyes flicker down to where my jean shorts are grinding against him. He clenches his jaw and places a firm hand on my thigh, making me stop. I sigh out of frustration, and he takes the back of my neck with his free hand, turning me to face him. “Is this what you've been trying to do all night? ja?”
His eyes rake up and down my face, lingering on my lips before placing his thumb on my bottom lip. I don't waste time before I take it in my mouth and carefully suck on it. Looking up at him for approval, I know I’ve got it when he curses under his breath in German. He then takes his thumb from my mouth, dragging it over my lips before pulling back and smirking. Yet I only grow more needy and attempt to grind again. "t-tom.." I whine impatiently.
His eyes darken, and he roughly manhandles me so my back is completely against him. His tattooed hand goes to wrap around the front of my neck, and I squirm as he takes his hand to the crotch of my jean shorts, allowing me to grind against him. He squeezes my throat as I press against his hand, a moan escaping me as I cry out. “Look at you, grinding against me like a slut.” he mutters against my ear.
I take my hand and rest it on the desk in front of me, mostly for support, as he then takes his free hand and attempts to unbutton my jean shorts, having a hard time doing so as I keep squirming in his lap.
“Stop fucking squirming-” He says roughly and low before he eventually gets my shorts unbuttoned and pulls them, along with my pink thong, down my legs in one smooth motion. He smirks against the side of my cheek and presses his hand against my slit. My lips part, “plea-please!” I beg, it's a sad and desperate attempt at getting what I want. Yet I can feel Tom's hard bulge pressing against me. It’s clear he wants this the same as I, possibly even more, although I know he would never admit that. “So fucking wet f’me-all for me mhm?” he says, his smirk reappearing as he slowly pulls apart my sticky folds, dragging a finger over my clit. My legs squirm in response, and he completely stops to tap the side of my thigh.
His hand, still on my neck, squeezes it as a warning. I force myself to calm down, yet it grows even harder when he takes his fingers and drags them down lower and lower until he eventually reaches my entrance. Of course, he teases me, slipping one finger in before pulling it out just as fast. I whine in response, “Tom! no-t-teasing..please!” He chuckles in response and taps my clit, drawing a moan out of me. “okay, schatz.. I'll play nice.” He whispers, before finally sticking two of his thick fingers in my entrance, pulling a loud moan out of me.
His fingers have always been experienced from years of playing guitar, I assume. He speeds his motions up, watching as I struggle to keep my thighs apart, his bulge still very obvious and still poking me. Yet when he pulls out and then goes back in with a third finger, my eyes roll to the back of my head, my lips part as I moan and whine his name along with incoherent sentences. “f-fuck! uh-tom! n-need it..!" My back arches off his chest, yet his firm hand on my neck keeps me grounded. I'm so wet that at this point, all you can hear is the sound of my juices slapping against his hand as he pumps into me. I'm not exactly sure what I need, yet when the familiar heat builds up in my core, I know just then. “You hear that? Hear how wet you are for me?” He says with a proud smirk on his face, amazed at how wet I can get by just his fingers.
My hand flies up to Tom's arm, squeezing him tightly to keep myself stable as my legs shake and I continue to squirm. However, Tom doesn't bother to stop me this time, knowing I'm close. Instead, he continues to pump harder into me, causing me to moan only his name. I feel as if I can't take any more-the pleasure becomes overwhelming, and everything is too much at once. Tom notices this instantly, and it only fuels him more. “cmon baby, just let go ja? cum all over my fucking fingers.” he says harshly, his grip on my neck still tight.
I lay a hand on his wrist, a weak try at getting him to slow down or stop. Yet just when I do that, the overwhelming feeling takes over once again. “mm-uh! Cum-cumming! m’gonna fuck-!!!” I cry out loudly, and Tom pulls out in response, watching as I squirt all over his fingers and jeans, my back falling into his chest as he lets go of my neck. “Good girl” he mumbles lowly near my ear, watching my body, which is still in shock. My lips part as I struggle to catch my breath. I look up at him, and his eyes meet mine, a sick grin plastered onto his face, while I watch him take his fingers in his mouth and suck my juices off of them.
When he's done, he gently closes my shaky legs back together and places his hands on both sides of my waist, propping me back up so my focus is on his computer screen again. He leans near my ear once more. “guess you’re not bored anymore,” he mumbles softly, squeezing my waist gently before going back to work on his computer while I sit there…completely entertained.
"I want to touch you, feel you; make you shiver at the slightest touch of my skin — keep going, don't let go, let me make you feel good, just the way you like it.
Aw, do you want me to stop? But we've only just begun.. you don't want to ruin your own pleasure, do you? let go, baby.
Let me take care of you, oh, that's right.. I wish you could just watch yourself, all wasted, sitting in your own puddle. — Is that how I make you feel? let me move your panties to the side, show me just how wet I can make you.
Hm, how beautiful. I bet if I touch you here I'll make you see stars, won't I? Come on, don't be so shy, spread your legs for me, like this.
Aren't you embarrassed about being such a slut? Oh, of course not. If you were, you wouldn't be moaning every time you heard my voice.
Look at you, how shameless you are huh. My fingers are just dripping — we're not gonna stop till you're empty."
hai baba okay so I like love ur writing like AHABENSB anyways…. could u pretty please perchance write smth with dom bill, like just him overstimulating tf out of us, like we’re in five or six rounds and he just keeps going, literally fucking the shit out of us like MMMSJJSSHSBEN I NEED HIM SO BAd anyways I’m so sorry if u don’t feel comfortable writing this u don’t have too baibai
also can it perchance b 2010 bill… 😼
WARNINGS :: p in v, dom!bill kaulitz, overstimulation, full nelson, missionary, prone bone, after care, rough sex, fast sex
A/N :: of course my loveeyyy!! From me to you i rlly hope you like this❤️
Bill doesn’t usually do sex after concerts, those things were always Tom things, Everything about women were Tom Kaulitz things, Bill was always known as the one who was more careful during sex.
But, you could attest to that. Especially with the way Bill’s fucking you so roughly in prone bone, a pillow under your hips, holding your ass up for his merciless thrusts against your backside, his ringed pale hand fisting your hair in his hand and shoving your face into the pillow below. Yet, you’re only two rounds in and he’s pounding into you like you had just finished an argument and he won so this is how he celebrates.
You’d honestly think Bill was Tom if you didn’t know any better, especially with the way Bill folds you into full nelson on the fifth round, rubbing at your clit with unmatched speed even while he’s fucking into you from below. You’re even begging for him to stop for a second or at-least slow down, but does he? No. Nein. Nuh-uh. Nah. He makes up excuses, more reasons to keep fucking into you.
“Its your exercise you really wanted to get in this morning, baby,”
“C’mon, just a few more. For me?”
Can you deny him what he wants? No. Because he’s Bill-fucking-Kaulitz, who’s gonna say no to Bill Kaulitz? Definitely not you, i don’t think you can while you’re getting your guts rearranged by that exact man anyways.
On about the seventh, he’s got you folded into missionary, him between your legs, thrusting into you roughly, a faster pace than before as he chases both of your orgasms. Atleast ten of the many orgasms you already had. But of course, you both came undone, he releases a loud groan into your neck, emptying into you slowly before cleaning you up and cuddling you to sleep. ❤️
A/N :: ALSO PLEASE. Once again, give yourself an emoji if you KNOW you’re gonna be in my asks a lot more, and thats towards my anons. Thank youu! <3 love you all.
thank you for reading and likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!
as usual, bill kaulitz x roman reigns / 718 words
cw: daddy kink, domestic fluff, morning sex ♡
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" with you, intimacy colors my voice. even 'hello' sounds like "'come here' " -- warsan shire
It feels like a miracle, how the morning light washes the bedroom in that luminous glow, painting everything in brilliant amber. Bill loves waking up to it, loves to fan streaks of sun across the warmth of Roman's skin, drawing himself bare into his heart.
This moment always feels like stolen time, a delicious secret that Bill feasts on until he spills open, swollen with sweetness. He loves Roman, loves his hands, loves his mouth, the crinkles beneath his eyes when he smiles, real and kind, loves him bad and terrible, from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet and this time, when Roman catches Bill admiring him, honey brown eyes soft upon him with wonder Roman smiles again, sleepy and lovely with just a tease of fondness as he looks back at him, saying softly, "morning, beautiful."
It's enough to set Bill ablaze with butterflies, everything of him belonging so deeply to this man from the blood to the bone, that voice like a siren's call that Bill gladly storms into, burying himself into Roman's arms with a soft, love worn whimper. Roman feels like a homecoming, a steady hand, a certainty that Bill knows will never fail.
They kiss once, slow, decadent, strong arms pulling Bill in deeper, skin to skin drawn hot together as they find each other in the middle, lips touching again in the bare sunlight, a rosy "good morning, daddy" breathed between kisses. The sun continues on until they are both bathed in gold.
The morning saunters onward into the kitchen where Bill takes on his favorite role, housewife, darling and dutiful as he lovingly prepares breakfast for his most beloved, every step intentional, caring as it should always be. Love is such a dazzling look on Bill, casting him radiant and bright. He knows Roman's routines by heart now.
He's in the basement, down in the gym, perfecting that already perfect form and Bill has to pinch himself to stop salivating at the thought of him shirtless, glossed with sweat, that beautiful, flushed and tattooed skin. It's dizzying, tensing Bill's thighs together and it feels almost embarrassing how simple Bill has become, how easily domesticated and tamed he is now, how completely love has captured him in the palm of Roman's tender hand.
The next best part of the morning is when Roman finally graces the room with his presence, freshly showered and clean, like cedarwood and coconut and the sight and scent of him is enough to make Bill want to drop to his knees and open his mouth right there, but what happens next is no less wonderful. When the head of the table takes his seat so does Bill, gracefully lowering himself to the floor next to Roman's chair on the cool, kitchen tile, hands placed into his lap, a restful sigh wafting from his lips as he lays his cheek against Roman's thigh, the cotton of his lounge pants soft against the stubble of Bill's face.
He could fall asleep like this to the every now and then clink of silverware as Roman eats the food so affectionately prepared for him, the satisfying hum of approval, the rumbles of praise blessed down into golden strands, of what a good little wife Bill is, an adoring "my good girl" pressed like a rose into Bill's ear.
Other mornings are no less divine with Bill blinking awake to Roman's mouth between his legs, beautiful black hair blanketing goosebumps against heated skin, stringing kisses wet down the shivering slope of Bill's thighs, his hands splaying his legs open like a gift, aching and ready. Or when they both wake up needy, already gasping for it, wrapping themselves up gorgeously with one another, every touch, every kiss magnified with heat.
The love is always made unhurried, so indulgently lazy, the way Bill tucks himself against Roman's chest, hiding his face in the heat of his throat, arms circled around his shoulders as Roman holds his hips in place, fucking into him perfect and easy. Every sigh, every groan, every trembling "i love you, daddy" cried against Roman's mouth becomes a vow, a secret treasure to be carried to the grave, the world becoming little else than their bed, belonging only to them under this glittering, balmy summer light.
Contains: profanity, rough degrading (being made fun of/ called names like "good girl/ whore...), head (male receiving), gagging/ choking, spit, very nasty shi
Summary: Tom is working on something really important on the band and you beg to let him sit on your lap, but it ends up in you pissing him off cus ur so horny and desperate. And ofc he takes it out on u
⇩ SMUT BELOW ⇩
Tom’s sitting at his desk, hunched over his laptop, seemingly completely absorbed in another universe. His brows are furrowed, lips slightly parted as he listens to something through his headphones. On his laptop, a moody track loops, guitar, heavy beats, and hazy, distorted vocals. He’s locked in, tweaking the reverb and cutting tiny pieces, chasing the perfect sound. You recognize that look. He’s deep into it.
You walk up behind him quietly, but he doesn’t turn around. Normally, he’s quick to greet you with a smile or a kiss, but today he’s totally not in the mood. However, you definitely can't deprive yourself from such a sexy sight, although he's so busy. Even stressed, he looks ridiculously good. And you can't help but stare for a second too long, wondering if there's anything to catch his attention and make him yours for tonight.
"Tom, what are you doing?" You ask softly.
"Hmm?" He hums softly, not even noticing you. Shit, you can't even tell if he heard you or not.
"Tom!"
Tom quickly glances over his shoulder, meeting your eyes for just a second before turning back to the screen.
"Yeah? I'm working on this. I'm trying to get this right" he responds with his thick german accent.
"How long will it take til you're finished? You know I haven't seen you the whole day.."
"Maybe... Two hours?"
You step closer and slide your hands gently over his shoulders, leaning in with a small smirk. He still doesn’t look up. You take your chance and try to ease onto his lap, but his hands come up, firm but gentle, stopping you.
“Ach Schatz, jetzt nicht." (”Ah Love, not now") he mutters, jokingly shaking his head. “I just need to finish this.”
The rejection is honestly so annoying to you. You fully understand that he has to prioritize his job and without a doubt, you've always supported him. But the temptation to challenge him, tease him and seduce him is almost taking over you. You wanna lure him in and make him forget about everything, except how good you can make him feel.
"Can i atleast sit on your lap while you work? I'll be good, promise."
He pauses shortly, taking your request in consideration. He seems a little conflicted, before he slowly nods.
"Fine. You can sit. But don't move."
Tom warns you softly, as you immediately start making yourself comfortable on his lap. He tries to ignore your presence, but it's hard when you're sitting so quietly on his lap. Being so good. ~ so far. His big arms automatically wrap around your waist to keep you still.
"Wait til i'm done, hm?"
Without shame, you sneakily move a bit higher onto his lap, testing the line. He swallows hard in response, his adam's apple deliciously bopping up and down, pulling your gaze.
"I need you right now. Don't you want this?" your voice darkens.
Noticing how dangerously small the distance between your chest and his face is, with slightly trembling hands your fingers drift to the buttons of your top, toeing the line between teasing and trouble. You whorishly play around with the first little button, while your big eyes are on Toms face, analyzing his pretty features innocently. Biting your lip, you move to the next button, then the next, then the next... Before he even realizes half of your tits are practically exposed. Braless. His now wide eyes drop down to take in the exposed skin, jaw clenching tightly, seemingly disappointed by your slutty behavior. You do infact feel like you're acting like a porn star tonight. Your only intention is to have him inside of you.
"What the fuck are you doing? Seriously?" he gasps.
"Shut up.. stop acting like you're not getting hard."
"Mmh, i'll probably have to shut you up with something if you don't drop the attitude."
"And you're so annoying.. always working.. We haven't fucked in so long."
He raises a brow, his gaze sharpening at your words, before giving you an evil smirk.
"What do you want, baby?
You clear your throat before responding, with pure honesty. "I want you inside of me."
"Hmm maybe... Maybe i would've given you that if you acted like a good girl and waited til i finished my work. But you were so fucking annoying. I didn't even manage to get one thing done."
His words are like a puzzle, making you lick your lips, suddenly unsure what he's going to say next.
"Forget about it. You're not getting what you want today, you desperate whore." He chuckles.
"But..." before you can even finish your sentence he interrupts.
"Knees." tom glances down at the floor. "Get on your knees." He orders as his fingers squeeze your bare tit like a stress ball, his thumb rubbing over your nipple, lifting you up his lap and pushing you down to your knees in front of him, him still sitting in front of his opened laptop.
He can't help but smirk and start wiggling his lip piercing at the view of you completely at his mercy. Rapidly, Tom unbuttons his jeans, his hard cock springing free, staring down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his hand gripping the base of his cock, imagining your little lips wrapped around him.
"Open your mouth. I want it full with my cock."
Your stomach flips hard at his words, thighs clenching together as you start feeling a heartbeat down there.
"Lemme fuck your cute lil face."
He guides his cock to your pouty lips, circling and rubbing his tip against them. Pre-cum smears across your mouth, leaving them slick, like you’ve just applied the filthiest kind of lip gloss. As your lips part for him, you realize that you're not the throat- goat you really thought you were. You manage half of his length, barely, and you're already struggling.
“Pathetic.” he mutters under his breath, watching the way your jaw strains. “Not even halfway and you're already choking.”
A sharp hiss escapes him when your teeth scratch his skin, his grip tightening on your hair to yank your head back, forcing you to make eye contact.
“Do it properly, bitch."
Tom guides you back down, pushing in deeper, more than you could ever take. You try to breathe through your nose, but your throat clenches involuntarily, and the sudden gag catches you off guard.
"Ach, du scheiße." he cusses in German, his breath uneven.
He doesn't even stop. Instead, he makes sure to hold you, right there where you belong - gagging around his huge dick, nails clawing weakly at his thighs, eyes watering, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. And yet, he doesn't seem to give a fuck. He just watches you coldly, his heavy moans filling the room.
"See? You're so pretty like this."
You shake your head, signaling that it's too much for you. But he doesn't care. He wants to see you fall apart around his cock like this. His hand firmly guides you back and forth. Cruel and bossy. Slowly leaning back in his chair, spreading his thighs even wider apart, admiring the mess he made out of you.
"cute."
You start moving more confidently as you get used to the sensation of him stretching your little mouth, cheeks hollowing while you bop your head back and forth. Every inch you take makes him whimper louder. You moan around him, the way he twitches on your tongue tells you he's close.
"I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face. Mmmh..."
After a few more brutal thrusts into your mouth, he pulls back, jaw clenching as he pumps himself right in front of your face. His free hand grabs your face roughly, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. You close your eyes, preparing for what's coming, before his cum spills across your cheek and lips, dripping down your chin, not stopping until you're painted in it.
"Such a mess. Aren't you ashamed, sweetheart?"
Then his hand drops.
He stands and starts tucking himself away. No praise, no comment, no warmth, not even bothering to hand you a tissue to clean up. Just the sound of his zipper and the faint steps as he walks away.
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